
John Lowe
love monkey
are you tired of forced conversation artificial heavy respiration and you laid
it all down the last time everything you need everybody suffer it's the love monkey
love monkey on my back she's got a taste for blood everybody suffer the love monkey's
on my back she's got a taste for blood got a taste for blood everybody suffer
who created the man of your dreams was it God or just the light on the big screen
if you start in on your lies one more time you better be ready when I scream it's
hard to measure up to your imagination or feel any warmth through a wealth of
frustration if you understood what I was saying you wouldn't be spitting fire
at me
lenny
he drives a steamroller his name is lenny daydreams about girls all day while
he makes streets for the city but lenny's taste in women is slightly different
from other men's they say lenny likes 'em just a little too thin oh yeah lenny
and his steamroller he likes girls best when he runs 'em over oh yeah lenny why
do you do what you do there must be something very wrong with you oh lenny now
lenny's tired his day was thrilling he cruised some parking lots made a killing
yeah a police woman tried to give him trouble but the backup didn't get there
on the double lenny's luck ran out and he landed in the slammer he heard the judge
pounding down that righteous hammer lenny sits in silence dreaming of escape when
a visit from the governor gives lenny a clean slate the governor whispered to
lenny and he smiled as he was talking the man was telling lenny where his own
wife goes walking
your happy ass
you threw stones at me threw your skin and bones at me all my favorite bruises
from when you're alone with me you lied to me so you yelled at me and somehow
I was always what your reason would be you make hate sound just like poetry you
make it all seem like it isn't free it's too much for me you're happiest when
my happiness is lacking I can feel from here the whip your smile is cracking you're
happiest when your happy ass is laughing at me you know it's true all the issues
aren't dead they still dance in my head the truth doesn't help the overwhelming
sense of dread you thought you made me mad with honesty so now you do the same
things secretly but it gets back to me
broken
near a boiling point and stranded on a back burner well what do you know goes
all the way to ten and all that has been has all been broken yeah I tried to give
you everything you asked for yeah it turned me into something that you hate and
all that has been has all been broken and I won't wait for an explanation this
time because it walks talks and tastes like isolation this time
big deal
she might never share your opinion but would it kill her to listen why did you
bring it all up again when you know that she'd rather leave than give in is it
a big deal is it a big deal to you seems like a big deal to me why do you say
that she's the best one not one straight answer in so many questions is it better
being an obsession or a piece in a very well respected collection maybe everybody
has a hidden agenda it's obvious that yours is surrender you've fallen in love
with the total neglect the lack of the need for any self respect
© 1998 John Lowe.